The spilt milk soured,
it happened almost as quick
as when the glass first fell.
You looked at me
denigrating my insolence,
pitying my pathetic attempt
at being smooth.
The only thing smooth
in this room was the
milk bleeding across the floor,
like clouded glass
I could see my
horrified face
in the reflection.
All I felt was shame
unequivocal shame
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 5:23 PM UTC
The spilt milk soured,
it happened almost as quick
as when the glass first fell.
You looked at me
denigrating my insolence,
pitying my pathetic attempt
at being smooth.
The only thing smooth
in this room was the
milk bleeding across the floor,
like clouded glass
I could see my
horrified face
in the reflection.
All I felt was shame
unequivocal shame
